Imagine if someone stole your rain gauge

Backing out of the drive this morning, I noticed there was 2 inches in the rain gauge…before I put it in drive, I actually noticed that it was a hair below 2 inches and I wondered if he would tell me that we got 1 inch and 97/100’s of an inch of rain last night.  The exactness of his rain gauge reporting irritates me so much that I want to put a small pinhole in the bottom of the gauge just so he won’t actually know how much rain we really received…OH HE WILL THINK HE KNOWS…but I will know that he REALLY doesn’t know.  These evil thoughts are the culmination of 37 years of asking this man what time it is.  He always rounds up and down.  It’s 7:20…what time is it – 7:30.  It’s 10:18..what time is it – about 10:30.  I have even gotten haughty, corrected him, shown my irritation and asked for the “real time” in a voice which would melt steel.  It’s 11:12 … what time is it …11 o’clock.  Are you addressing envelopes to me now with a supply of straight pins for his rain gauge?  Are you thinking – why does she keep asking or why doesn’t she get a watch…to that I say SHUT IT!

My shower thoughts this morning were about tattlers.  I came up with this definition for the people with a tattle tail personality affliction the other day at work when I was taking numerous tattle complaints from people.  You can always tell a road rage call from the public because they are loud, angry, talk fast and they did absolutely nothing to cause the other person to swerve, honk, tailgate, flip off…  The general tattlers usually have the victim demeanor…the little old church lady voice..oh my, they are going to hurt someone…or themselves…I don’t usually get very excited about these kind of calls.  I put out the information to the officers who rarely are in a position to find the offender.  If I get a second or third call about the same vehicle, I sit a little straighter and believe that we may have a serious offender…then there is the motorcyclist driving erratically in and out of traffic…seriously….do you really think the police officer in his big cruiser is going to be able to catch the motorcycle in and out of traffic.  With motorcyclist, you always figure their luck will run out at some point.

Wow….I feel better getting that off my chest

Until next time

9 thoughts on “Imagine if someone stole your rain gauge

  1. I so hear you about the rain gauge and those little quirks that really do not amount to much but that rub us a bit raw.   Oh I like that tattle tail personality and you better watch out or some mental health worker will grab that definition from you.


  2. made me laugh. you can’t be married for very long without certain quirky things just bugging the hell out of ya. those calls, ugh you must deal with Sooooo much crap. That’s one job where it’s gotta be harder to just tune out the noise. I am working on going back to my quiet ways, not attending every argument I’m invited to lol Noone’s really all that interested in my opinions anyway. So I vent here, for y’all. Sorry. lol


  3. @Jst4e – hahahaha nope..when you get to be my age, you will be a lot healthier not holding things in !!!!!!!


  4. @Jst4e – the older I get, the my BS meter seems to recalibrate and I can hardly keep from saying what I”m thinking….


  5. I can see how it would irritate you. Perhaps you should just get rid of all the marking on the rain gauge. Leave, just 1 & 3 & 5. Everything else will be approximate.


  6.       I can hear my mother’s voice in this piece so much. I am not sure I could handle calls like that. I have a very blunt personality. Sometimes that personality conflicts with my professional life. I have learned to bite my tongue but knowing me it just wouldn’t be a good fit. I can only imagine the stories you have!


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